
Author: Moses Browne Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14481 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When with a mind devoutly pressed,
Dear Savior! my revolving breast
Would past offenses trace;
Trembling, I make the black review,
Yet pleased behold, admiring too,
The power of changing grace.
2 This tongue, with blasphemies defiled,
These feet, to erring paths beguiled,
In heav’nly league agree;
Who could believe such lips could praise,
Or think my dark and winding ways
Should ever lead to Thee?
3 These eyes, that once abused their sight,
Now lift to Thee their watery light,
And weep a silent flood;
These hands ascend in ceaseless prayer,
O wash away the stains they wear,
In pure, redeeming blood.
4 These ears, that pleased could entertain
The midnight oath, the lustful strain,
When round the festal board;
Now deaf to all th’enchanting noise,
Avoid the throng, detest their joys,
And press to hear Thy word.
5 Thus art Thou served in every part.
And wouldst Thou but transform my heart,
That drossy thing refine;
That grace may nature’s strength control,
And a new creature—body—soul,
Be all, be ever Thine. Languages: English Tune Title: GANGES
When With A Mind Devoutly Pressed